My mother had never really taken me outside to see the world.
It was usually dark outside, the sun would never show.
But when my mother died, a man in white robes came to me.
He watched me as I cried.
Like I was an Abomination.
I looked back at him.
And he reached out for my throat.
That's all I can remember.
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That was nearly ten years ago. Nowadays, I'm harvesting crops in my yard, with a delighted look on my face. I wasn't that pathetic. Farming was my thing.
Ever since the man of the robes had come for me, I was living in fear. A few years ago, my father died. And he was never the same man before he had passed. He was much ang